Just as she hadn’t anticipated, President Mu arrived before her makeup was set.
Dressed in a sharp black suit, he stood at the doorway watching her get made up, and Qin Mu instinctively turned her eyes, at first thinking it was an illusion, then confirmed it was him after a second glance.
She asked subconsciously, and was only forced to stop looking at him when the makeup artist told her to close her eyes for the eyeshadow.
Mu Yichen approached, standing next to the makeup mirror and lowering his gaze to the makeup box the artist was using, then immediately furrowed his brow.
His tone was neither light nor heavy, but it hit everyone’s ears as a command.
The makeup artist glanced at him subconsciously, then continued: Mr., shooting is about to start soon.
He repeated, this time with a cooler edge.
The makeup artist, under the cold glare in his eyes, subconsciously halted and slowly stood up straight.
Qin Mu, with some discomfort in her eyes, closed one and opened the other, looking somewhat mischievous, realized quickly why he was upset and said lightly, "Let it be, the makeup is almost done."
"You always demand for perfection, why compromise all of a sudden? Especially with your favorite skin."
He interrogated in a low voice, eyeing her nonchalant demeanor.
Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh: Are you suggesting the makeup artist should get a new set of tools for me?
"Well, aren’t you going?"
Mu Yichen gave a cold stare and commanded again; the makeup artist was still puzzled when Director Chen and Jing Qing came over, with Jing Qing looking at the makeup box: It’s common to share items on an outdoor film set, don’t mind if it looks a bit grimy now, they’re all top brands, merely well-used.
"I don’t care what others use, but she can’t, get the best one, or we stop shooting today."
Qin Mu couldn’t help but mentally give President Mu a thumbs up for his dominating presence.
Of course, she maintained a calm facade on the outside.
Internally, she was so excited she could almost dance.
Jing Qing, seeing Mu Yichen’s earnestness, found herself at a loss for words, recalling how he had never been concerned about what kind of makeup she used, and how it was she who had to find someone to make a switch after realizing the poor quality.
"You’re making it too difficult, let’s just make do this time, and the next time Qin Mu can simply bring her own makeup."
Mu Yichen, frowning, turned to look at her but didn’t speak to her; instead, he said to Qin Mu: Go wash off the makeup on your face and come with me.
"How about shooting with a bare face?"
Seeing Mu Yichen’s insistence and feeling a burning sensation on her face, Qin Mu made the suggestion after some thought.
The makeup artist was also stunned.
"Since we’re shooting a bath scene, why not just have a real bath and shoot in the most natural state? If it doesn’t look good on camera, we can fix it in post-production. How about that?"
Qin Mu looked at Mu Yichen and then at Director Chen.
"But no one has ever shot an advertisement bare-faced."
The makeup artist had just spoken when Mu Yichen’s words cut her off.
Director Chen looked at Qin Mu’s face and, after thinking for a moment, nodded in agreement: Alright, let’s try the bare face.
Jing Qing stood there dumbfounded, while the makeup artist nodded: Then, I’ll help Ms. Qin remove her makeup.
Afterward, Qin Mu really went to take a bath, and when she emerged from the bathroom in a white bathrobe, her cheeks were flushed red from the warm steam, as if touched by a layer of peach blossom powder.
The skin on her neck was breathtakingly beautiful as well.
Mu Yichen was still standing there; Qin Mu glanced at him instinctively and approached to ask his opinion: How does it feel?
Mu Yichen didn’t speak but simply stared into her watery eyes for a few seconds, then raised his hand to cup her face and gave her a long kiss.
The bedroom fell silent for a while, until Mu Yichen let her go and continued to gaze at her intently, saying: Now it’s even more perfect.
Qin Mu felt her face burning hot, surely as he described.
And Jing Qing, who was standing at the door, subconsciously looked away; it was too dazzling to witness.
With all the equipment and crew in place, Qin Mu got onto the bed, her half-dried hair scattered as she lay in the center of the large bed, covered by the sheets, only her pair of tender and lovely feet peeking out.
Under the camera, her delicate toes moved nimbly...
Mu Yichen and Director Chen stood before the equipment, watching her toes in the monitor before involuntarily shifting their gaze directly towards the bed.